Ava’s POV
Pushing open the front door, I cannot help but gape around me at my new home.
Everything looks expensive.
And clean.
Very, very clean.
I nervously kick off my shoes at the front door when I notice the bright white rug in the entryway.
Dragging my luggage a few feet before abandoning them by the door, I venture further inside.
This place looks like Cameron.
A little too modern for me. Too clean. Expensive.
But it looks just like something Cameron would live in.
I run my hand down a white marble top table in the entryway and make my way around the first floor, flipping light switches on as I go while the sky darkens outside.
I find the master on the second floor.
His scent is so overwhelming in this room that I take a moment in the doorway, gripping onto the doorfr
